AN: Hello! Sorry for the long wait! It's holidays now, so expect a fair few chapters! The other chapters will focus on the other hosts individually, or as a group. Thanks!

(Kyoko POV)

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

I watched as the hand circled slowly, again and again. It seemed eternally stuck at 20 minutes left. I had no interest in English whatsoever. My teacher seemed persistent on making the class interested about Shakespeare and Henry V, but it just wasn't enough.

Once more, unto the breach my friend, once more.

Ruby was right across the corridor. Throughout the lesson, I had seen her, walking in and out of the room, carrying books and likewise. It was break time after English, and then science. Ruby, then Miyuki. I looked up at the clock again.

19 minutes left.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell finally rung, and my teacher reluctantly finished the lesson, telling us that "If we wanted to stay to talk about Shakespeare then we could!". No one took him up on his offer. I felt sorry for him. He was trying so hard.

Once I had placed my school books back into my bag, I pushed open the door, Ruby in my sights. She was still in her classroom, and the other students in her class were filing out of the door, laughing and smiling, talking amongst themselves. Ruby however, was clearly taking her time putting her books away, looking around once or twice.

Sighing deeply, I decided it would be better to just go straight up to her, instead of waiting for her to emerge from the classroom.

And so I did.

" Ruby, right? Nice to meet you. I'm Kyoko." I held out my hand, and she stared at it, as if it was some sort of venomous animal that was going to bite her. Awkwardly, I let my hand drop limply at my side.

"O..Oh.. Right." She said almost whispering. I could barely hear her.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." I said, deciding to disregard pleasantries. Without waiting for a response, I got straight to the point. "I'm starting a club. A host club, in fact. It's called the LO club. If you're interested, go to the 2nd sociology room. The one that they don't use anymore. The first meeting will be after school tomorrow. I hope to see you then."

And then I turned on my heel, and walked off.

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All through science, I kept shooting glances at Miyuki, urging for her to notice me. But her eyes were only on the board, or on her book. I watched as she shot her hand up to answer everything question, her arm straight as a ruler, and every statement that came out of her mouth began with: "Sir, I believe that the answer is...".

I could hear those around her snickering lightly, and I heard her name pop up more than once. Miyuki did not seem to notice at first, but I eventually noticed that every time her name popped up in conversation, she ducked her head down, her chestnut hair acting as a shield from the insults.

It was quite sad, really.

Tuning back into what my teacher was saying, I discovered that he was mumbling something about an experiment, and that he had already put us in pairs. Not that anyone was actually listening to him at all. Apart from Miyuki of course. The teacher put the pairings on the board, and all around me I heard squeals of delight and groans of disgust.

I was paired with Souma, and Miyuki was with Hiroto. Souma was a nice guy and all, pretty friendly, and he was also friends with Hiroto. So when I suggested that we go and sit over by Hiroto and Miyuki, he jumped at the chance.

And soon enough, I had started a conversation with Miyuki about the LO club. "So, you see, I've been recruiting members for the club. We meet in the second sociology room - the one that they stopped using 'cause no one was taking sociology anymore. The first meeting is tomorrow after school." I told her.

She nodded as I spoke, and I was actually unsure of whether or not she was listening. However, after hearing her mumble "I shall try my best to come." I gave her a smile. I think that she smiled back too, but her chestnut hair once again hid her face.

A small part of me really hoped that we could be friends.

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On my way to the netball courts to approach Yumi after school, about three or four bubbles floated in front of my face. Hang on.. Bubbles? That somehow didn't seem right. I spun around to see if someone was there, but the only person around was a girl, sitting on the windowsill, calmly reading a book.

How odd.

It had been a long day, and I decided that the bubbles were just me hallucinating or something. Yeah, that was it. I hadn't drunk anything since breakfast, and that was a few hours ago. What did I eat for lunch again? Do chips count as a vegetable?

I facepalmed myself for being stupid. Chips were obviously a vegetable.

Looking up, I noticed another few bubbles. "Silly bubbles. I was running on chips, they should know that." I said out loud to myself. "Why am I talking to myself? I'm not crazy. Haha. Crazzyyyy. Craaaaaazzzyyy..." I muttered to myself.

I heard snickering behind me, I turned around to see none other than Ayaka Hayashi - aka windowsill girl, holding a bubblewand in her hand. "Ah! Thought I was going crazy. Seeing the bubbles and all. Nice to see you again." I said to her, trying my best to be friendly. She scoffed at me.

"By what you were saying to yourself, I think you're pretty craaaaazzzyy whether or not you see bubbles." I forced a laugh, and Ayaka looked quite irritated.

Deciding to cut right to the chase, I decided to ask her about the LO club. Probably better that I talked to Yumi after practice than before. "Ayaka, do you know the Ouran host club?" I proceeded to inquire. Some unsavoury words came out of her mouth, and I stifled a laugh.

"What if I told you that I want to start my own club. The LO club in fact." Ayaka looked intrigued, and motioned for me to continue. "We'll meet in Sociology room two, tomorrow after school. Think of us as some sort of rival to the host club."

Ayaka was now smiling. "Hm. I'll see what I can do. Maybe I'll be there, maybe not." She shrugged, before turning around, and walking away in the other direction, her long dark hair, flowing behind her. So elegant. A shame that her personality was wasted.

Up until now, of course.

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45 minutes. 45 ruddy minutes until Yumi was done flicking a ball around a court. Ugh. Just ugh. I was sitting in the changing rooms, and the yellow marshmallow dress blended in perfectly with the vanilla yellow walls. It was a nice colour, though I preferred blue to yellow.

44 minutes. Oh God this was just like English class.

If Yumi wouldn't be back for another 44 minutes, then I might as well make good use of my time, and track down the male member that I wanted for the club - Rishou Hokkaido. The other third year. Maybe he and Yumi were friends? Though due to the difference in personality, that somehow seemed unlikely. Oh well.

I stood up, dusting off my dress, even though this was Ouran - and dust was forbidden. Off to the library I go! Or.. *Shudder* the maths classrooms. Come on Rishou, you gotta be in the library, don't you read or anything?